Chapter 11 (1/2)

Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

Mu Fan walked away from the strength analyzer when he saw other people starting to arrive at the training court. The data on the electronic screen of the strength analyzer had disappeared. He didn’t know what that number had represented, nor did he know what impact it would have on the other people if they knew he had a level-17 physique. All he felt was that he could have punched a little harder.

I’ll try this again when no one’s here next time, Mu Fan thought to himself.

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“Okay, assemble. Now that everyone’s here, I’ll be dividing the training rooms. Jereff, you’re responsible for third floor No. 2 as usual. Kemal, third floor No. 7…” Man Kun appeared in the training court right on schedule. After a series of names, he continued. “Second floor No. 3 is requesting a practice partner; Perry, you go for that. Second floor No. 6 will be Jimmy… Umm, second floor No. 9, Mu Fan, that one’s yours. The remaining four people will wait for further notice.”

After assigning the training tasks for the afternoon to everyone, Man Kun looked around and said, “Let’s get to work!”

Everyone went to their designated spots, including Mu Fan. He recalled that training room No. 9 on the second floor was in the northwest corner, so he could just use the stairs not far away to walk up.

The decorations along the staircase had a vintage feel to them, and it was a surprising touch after too much digitalization and mechanics in the city, making people’s eyes lite up.

Mu Fan stopped in front of VIP room No. 9 and stared at the heavy black metal door that shined with a dim blue light. He inserted his name card in the ID-recognition machine on the side.

“Beep, authorized. Practice partner – Mu Fan, please enter.” A female cybernetic voice sounded from the lock as the metal door slid open to the two sides and then closed after Mu Fan walked in.

It is indeed different! Mu Fan thought as he looked around in the clean and organized training room. The machines that had metallic glares were placed in different zones according to function, and there was a resting room where clean training suits and towels were hung up neatly in rows. There were even packages of food neatly placed on an acryl glass table not far away.

It surprised Mu Fan since the size of this enclosed training room was the same as training court No. 5 on the first floor!

Mu Fan then walked into the first room to the right with a sign that read [Strength Training].

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“Dad! I know already! Okay? Stop repeating yourself. Your son’s not military material. Do you think I can even pass their tests and go to military school? Why can’t I learn to do business like you? We even have the same body type! I’ll definitely be a good fit to take over the family business!”

“What? No discussion? If I don’t go, then you’ll cut one month of my allowance? Ah Dad, you’re my real dad, how can you watch your son lose a ring of fat within a month! I’ve been so well-behaved lately. I didn’t go racing because you told me not to, and I didn’t go to the casino because you said no. I only ate three meals per day and played a bit on the PO Battle Network. I’ve been such a good boy, why are you forcing me to finish your unfinished dream… Hello? Dad? Pa? Father! Damn…” A young chubby boy in a grey suit and white shirt with a neck bow was sitting at the back seat of a levitation vehicle, and he was frowning as he stared at his skycom in his hand. He got hung up on.

“Uncle Wu, can we not go to the Budokan? Can you put me down at the HL Plaza instead? I said I was going to meet up with my friends there; it will look like I don’t keep my promises if I don’t go.”